Leaf Cutting Bees
by John Peacock (written in 1994)
I expect most people who have tended a garden or kept
bees have noticed the leaves of certain plants have been
eaten by insects.
As a child I sat for ages watching caterpillars
munching their way through a variety of plants, I even
kept some captive for a while as most kids have probably
done. I learned then about the different species
preferences for certain plants, and wondered why they ate
only one foodstuff, sometimes to the exclusion of all
other plants. Why for instance does does a beautiful
butterfly choose to lay its eggs on a noxious weed when
there are so many beautiful flowering plants? That sort
of question of course is looking at the choices of where
to lay your eggs from the human point of view, placing
human values on other species lifestyle or needs acquired
after many thousands of years of evolution, of making the
right choices or dying out as a specie. What did happen
to the Dinosaur?
The fascination of insects/animals and plants
interaction has never left me. Fellow beekeeper Dave
Purchase and I have discussed how we each sit for ages
just watching our honey-bees toing and froing between
hives and plants, bringing in their obvious loads of
pollen and the unseen loads of nectar. As we know this is
of benefit to both bees and plants, they have been doing
it quite happily for thouands of years, not counting the
times when man interferes to rob them of their hard won
stores, or destroys the plants they need, or poisons them
(albeit by accident) or introduces them to varroa. The
human specie has a lot to answer for.
Last year I noticed a significant increase in the
number of holes, or to be more precise circular pieces
cut from from the leaves of my Zephrine Drouhine roses.
This year there again seemed to be a significant increase
in the damage. Keeping in mind what I have said earlier
about the mutual benefit of insects and plants, this
seemed to be of no benefit to the plant. One rose in
particular appeared to be more holes than leaves. So
since the weather was fine I made myself a large pot of
tea, found myself a comfortable seat and sat under the
pergola to observe/catch the culprits on film. (Big game
hunter stuff this).
My wife insists that I am an impatient soul which of
course I'm not. But ten minutes had passed already and
nothing had happened, where are the creatures that have
decimated my roses? Another five minutes passed and my
mind started to wander, then I heard the familiar sound
of a bee which brought me back to what I should be doing.
In fact it was not one bee but two, they were inspecting
the solid wooden beam above my head. They were about the
size of a small bumble bee, one had a bright yellow
underside to it's rump, the other was similar to a
honey-bee in colour. I stood up to have a closer look at
what they were doing whereupon they flew off, so much for
the stealth of the hunter.
Another five minutes passed interminably (perhaps I am
a little bit impatient) then I noticed a bee flying
purposefully. You know how they fly when in attack
formation, or how they leave the hive during a honey
flow, as though they were flying on a wire when they head
off into the blue. This bee knew where it was going. So
camera at the ready I followed. First it landed on a leaf
on the Zefrines Drouhine, changed It's mind, landed on a
second leaf, changed it's mind again, (each time it
landed I had to refocus my camera, because the focal
length is so critical in close-ups) Anyone who has
done this gains an even greater respect for wildlife
photographers. One technique is to preset the camera to a
suitable distance and speed, then move the camera to the
target rather than trying to refocus. Ed. It chose
another leaf, landed, cut a neat circular piece out of
the leaf, grasped it in it's feet and was airborne before
I had finished focussing my camera. Am I slow or was that
bee fast? You remember Speedy Gonzales the cartoon
character? this bee would have left him standing.
I returned to my seat vowing to be ready when the bee
or bees returned. Another ten minutes elapsed with the
occasional sound of bees, but nothing on the roses. Then
above my head a bee returning from cutting a leaf, (from
where I knew not) it was showing interest in the solid
beam above my head as thge bees I had observed earlier
had done. Then suddently it disappeared into a crack in
the wooden beam I had not noticed before. It didn't drag
the leaf in the hole so much as walk in with the leaf
held underneath in a horseshoe shape, with the open end
downwards, just as it had carried it when it was flying.
The leaf was as big as the bee, almost the size of a
twenty pence piece, but curled up.
I hadn't realised the crack in the beam was anything
more than a crack, but on closer inspection I found the
beam to be quite rotten. Then the bee reappeared from
another hole, or was it another bee? Another two or three
minutes passed and the bee returned with another leaf
even bigger than the previous one. The leaf was again
carried with the open end down with the bees legs wrapped
around the leaf and it's feet grasping the edges of the
leaf, in this way I assume the leaf offered less wind
resistance. I haven't managed to observe how the bees
walk into the holes whilst carrying the leaves but they
do so without a pause; although I have since seen them
having a rest on the top of the beam before flying in,
not unreasonable when you think about the effort involved
in cutting and carrying a leaf equivalent to a human
being carrying a single bed mattress.
I settled down to watch for any bee cutting leaves on
the roses while still keeping an eye on the holes in the
beam. The longer I watched the more fascinated I became
with these wonderful creatures. Their housekeeping was
superb, all the time I sat there pieces of debris were
being ejected from the holes, occasionally pieces of leaf
were also thrown out by mistake due to overzealous
housewifery. A dried pupa case was thrown out whole; I
assume most of the other pieces of brown debris thrown
out was last years pupae cases, although some excavation
was going on.
Knowing how interested two friends of mine are in all
things related to bees I invited themn round to observe
the spectacle first hand. June and Norman were as
fascinated as I was. Norman had seen it on film but had
not seen it live. He then told me how the Americans
manipulate the American leafcutter bees to pollinate the
huge areas of alfalfa. The method is similar to the beam
on my pergola. The Americans pre-drill thousands of holes
in beams of wood, then they place them in railway wagons
and take them to the alfalfa fields, whereupon the
leafcutter bees lay their eggs in the predrilled holes
and wrap them in leaves. (The eggs will hatch the
following year) At the end of the season the beams are
taken away and the holes full of eggs are trepanned out
and then stored over winter. In spring the "pencils" of
wood containing the eggs/pupae are returned to the
alfalfa fields where they are left to become the next
generation of leafcutter bees. This exercise is then
repeated ad infinitum.
Norman and June left to pick up their grandaughter so
I thought I would pack up the camera for the day as I
hadn't seen another bee actually cutting leaves. But the
moment I touched the tripod a bee flew down from a
different part of the pergola and settled on a different
rose to the one I was focussed on, I quickly turned the
camera around and started to re-focus on the subject by
the time I was ready the bee had cut the leaf and frown
(*!*!** the air was blue *!*!!*) Several hours had bees
spent trying to capture these "beeeees" on film and they
seemed determined not to be filmed. By now I was equally
determined to to have something to show for my days work.
So I re-focussed both my mind (what was left of it) and
my camera on what seemed the only leaf left on the rose;
right next to the one that had just been cut.
How long would I have to wait? How much patience have
I left? I settled down to wait. Seconds seem like hours
when you are willing something to happen. But almost
immediately, not one but two bees appeared flying down
like the aircraft on a computer game, zig-zagging from
side to side. Which one would cut the leaf I am focussed
on? would either? Surely one will perform for the camera.
The impossible happens, one lands on the leaf I have in
my sights. (My camera is fitted with an automatic fast
wind-on) The bee starts cutting, I start clicking the
camera shutter. Eight shots taken in under under five
seconds just managed to capture all the action I had
waited all day for. If all leaf cutter bees work this
fast and I assume they do, it's hardly any wonder few
people have seen it actually happening.
I sincerely offer you this piece of advise, if you see
a plant in your garden with pieces cut from the leaf,
make a very large flask of tea or coffee, find a
comfortable seat, some patience, and wait for nature to
perform.
John Peacock
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